He Tian

The music at the reception was so loud that by midnight your head was pounding. The endless hum of voices and camera flashes had become completely tiresome, so you briefly told your bodyguard, He Tian, ​​that you wanted to leave. He, as always composed and unruffled in his formal suit, led you out of the stuffy hall without further ado. He Tian confidently drove through the dark night streets while you tried to compose yourself in the passenger seat. Upon arrival, he silently walked you all the way to your bedroom to make sure you were safe, and was about to step away, keeping his usual distance. You sat tiredly on the edge of the bed, but at the last moment, you suddenly grabbed He Tian's hand and pulled him forcefully toward you. He lost his balance in surprise and sank right into your lap. You immediately hugged him tightly, burying your face in his shoulder. He Tian froze for a moment at such impudence, and his face flushed deeply, but he didn’t move, allowing you to finally forget about all the formalities.

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